"Is that my shirt?" Rosalie said examining Bella. She was wearing a light blue, long-sleeved top that Rosalie had shoved to the back of her closet years ago. It was a little long in the sleeves and Bella gripped them in her fingers rubbing the fabric gently between her forefinger and thumb—a nervous tick no doubt. "Who gave you my shirt?"

"Esme?" Bella said casting her gaze at the ground. "I got wet in the rain and she didn't want me getting a cold. I can find something in Alice's closet if you don't want me to wear it."

Rosalie looked at the way the shirt hugged Bella's waist, and she had to swallow a mouthful of venom at the reaction she felt in the pit of her stomach. She knew Bella was beautiful. She would never admit it, but that didn't make it any less true.

"Whatever," Rosalie said. "Just stay out of my closet."

"Deal," Bella smiled shyly and then bit her lip. Rosalie felt butterflies and shook her head trying to rid herself of any indecent thoughts that involved biting that lip herself. It wouldn't do to let Edward see those thoughts. He wasn't supposed to know what Rosalie felt for Bella. Rosalie didn't even want to feel this way for Bella so she tried to put on her best resting bitch face with the hope that Bella would run back to Edward, where ever he was.

"Rosalie," Bella said, surprising the other woman. Rosalie tried to control her facial expression.

"What?"

"Thank you," Bella said. "I know you don't like me, and you're totally justified in that. I am a danger to your family, but still, thank you."

Rosalie scowled. She knew Edward had told Bella that the reason Rosalie hated being around Bella was because she thought the Volturi would come down on them for telling the truth to a human, but it was different hearing Bella actually talk about it.

"I don't—" Rosalie said trying to figure out what to say. "I don't dislike you."

Bella nodded and smiled again, and this time Rosalie returned the smile before Bella left the room.